The Dragon from Hell

This courtyard was specially arranged for Qin Feng and his three companions. Du Huaijiang and the Chen family's grandfather and grandson lived elsewhere. Gongsun Miao followed Mo Wenyuan to the high priest and never came back.

After choosing a room, the three of them walked around the village.

Although it was called a village, Taohuayuan was actually bigger than they thought. The entire island was the territory of Taohuayuan, and there were mostly farmlands behind the island.

The villagers in the village were indeed enthusiastic. Although the three of them were outsiders, they would come over and say hello whenever they met.

Although the younger ones were just curious and looked at them from a distance, as long as they made eye contact, they would still show a shy but gentle smile.

Along the way, Qin Feng and his three companions were full of things in their arms, all of which were food given by the villagers.

It can be said that their own rice, flour, bacon and sausages basically covered their meals for the next few days.

It was the first time for Donggong Ya to visit such a place. She was very excited: "So this is the Peach Blossom Spring. It is really worthy of its reputation. I almost like this place!"

If you don't need to practice, it would be nice to live in a place like the Peach Blossom Spring.

Qin Feng nodded in agreement: "This place is indeed suitable for retirement life."

"Retire? What does that mean?" Donggong Ya was confused.

"Nothing." Qin Feng realized that he had said too much and did not explain.

The three returned to the yard, but Donggong Ya began to worry: "But what should we do with so many things? These things should not be eaten directly, right?"

Although they had been fasting for a long time, they were not unable to eat.

It was just that most of what they received were simple ingredients, provided for them to cook, and could not be eaten directly.

It was almost evening now, thousands of lights were on, and there was smoke outside, but Donggong Ya was looking at a pile of fresh meat and semi-finished products and worried.

Nan Hexuan frowned as he looked at the food: "I shouldn't have collected so much just now."

Although he usually looks expressionless, when the villagers came to greet him and send him things just now, this kid couldn't even speak a complete sentence. He must have never seen such a scene before.

So he said so now, but he couldn't refuse when the villagers came to send him things before.

One of them is a princess and the other is the son of the state teacher. It can be said that they have been pampered since childhood and they definitely can't cook.

At this time, Donggong Ya sighed: "If only Lin Quansheng was here..."

They were not familiar with Lin Quansheng, but they knew from Qin Feng that the kid's cooking skills were quite good.

"Yeah." Nan Hexuan also nodded in agreement.

Qin Feng was sorting the ingredients and putting them away at this time. Looking at the ingredients in the kitchen, he thought for a while: "Why not have a hot pot..."

"Hot pot? What is hot pot? Old Qin, can you cook?"

Donggong Ya has sharp ears and came over as soon as she heard Qin Feng's words.

Qin Feng glanced at her and Nan Hexuan: "Do more and ask less. Come and help if you want to eat in the evening."

Although she didn't know what hot pot was, Donggong Ya was excited when she heard that Qin Feng was going to cook, and hurriedly pulled Nan Hexuan to work together.

The two of them had never been in the kitchen, so they couldn't help much. One washed the vegetables and the other made the fire. The main work was done by Qin Feng.

There were not many seasonings in this era, so Qin Feng could only try to make some by himself.

He used bones to make soup to replace MSG, and the hot pot base was also stir-fried with chili peppers.

He grew up in Qingcheng and had a special feeling for hot pot.

After working for more than two hours, until the sun set in the west, several people set up the battle in the yard.

Looking at the red soup bubbling in the iron pot, Donggong Ya, who had been fasting for many years, drooled: "Old Qin, did you research this yourself? It smells so good!"

Qin Feng looked at the churning meat slices in the hot pot and suddenly remembered his childhood.

At that time, Tang Zhenhai was still there, and like Qin Shufang, he treated him as his own child.

The family would gather together one day every month to eat hot pot. Tang Kexin was picky and only liked to eat meat...

Coming back to his senses, looking at the hot and boiling hot pot in front of him, Qin Feng just smiled faintly, with a trace of loneliness in his eyes: "No, this is the taste of my hometown."

They started to use their chopsticks. Dong Gongya tasted such a fresh taste for the first time, and the chopsticks were almost waving out afterimages.

Although Nan Hexuan didn't like to talk, he was not polite to see the frequency of his chopsticks.

This hot pot was very enjoyable, and Yeyou came over halfway through the meal.

He was originally worried that these little ones couldn't take care of themselves and couldn't cook, so he came to bring them some food from home.

As a result,Donggong Ya pulled him to sit down, and was immediately attracted by the smell of hot pot. He immediately sat down and ate with them.

He was not satisfied halfway through the meal, so he went home and brought two jars of wine.

The meal lasted almost midnight, and the heat dissipated, and the island was filled with a cool breeze.

The other people were drunk, and Qin Feng cleaned up the remaining mess alone.

Tonight was the most relaxing day since he came to this world. Looking at the table of food, he was more determined to go back as soon as possible.

Before, he always refused to have too much involvement with the people in this world. After all, the longer he stayed and the more people he met, the more nostalgia he would leave.

But now he thought that he did not belong to this world after all.

Everyone he knew in this world had their own world and path, and he himself had one too.

After cleaning up the dishes, although he drank some wine, the brewing technology of this era could not brew any strong liquor, so he was not drunk, but became more sober.

Unable to sleep or idle, he simply went out to the beach.

Although the people in this village have been practicing since childhood, their daily routines are no different from those of ordinary people.

At midnight, the whole village fell into a deep sleep and became very quiet.

He walked through the village and went directly to the beach. The peach trees were rustling in the wind at night.

He had walked around the front during the day, but had not yet seen the back of the island.

Now there was no one, so he simply turned to the back of the island to see what the scenery behind the Peach Blossom Spring was like.

But when he went around the back of the island, he heard a noise before he got close.

Looking from a distance, he saw a slender figure standing on the beach with a sword.

He did not go over to disturb them, but leaned against a peach tree with his arms folded and watched from a distance.

The figure looked frail, but each move was fierce, with various sword techniques, and the sword was as powerful as a dragon emerging from water. In the blink of an eye, he had attracted his attention...